Post by Akante on Feb 1, 2012 1:04:46 GMT -5
[quote author=Warfare [Eris] link=topic=43378.msg301927#msg301927 date=1310488190]
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The yearling Master moved through the expanse at night, the still-shadow forest of secret hunting grounds morphing into the endless stretch of the cracked flats. She shuddered, feeling a cold wind snaking fingers into the thickness of a tangled fire-marred ruff, ears flicking back at the itch. Feh. Her Hunters slept, her siblings scattered here and far between. The night had been a private hunt for something small to bring Spitfire's children when she left to visit them, rabbit's blood in the place of gold and myrrh, but that had ended up fruitless and disconnected into a simple aimless ramble.
Full moon. Had there been any white on the chaotic pelt, it would have shone like luminous bone; instead, the light caught the next-best hue, yellow marks burning an eerie gold under the wash of the spectral moonlight. Her shadow was skeletal, sharp at the edges and quick over the ground, writhing in and out of the cracks between flats' ground. Eris licked her teeth in the night, burly form stalking a silent but aggressive walk over the scrub and dry earth.
A vole's scream pierced the stillness of the night, strong jaws snapping in one swift lunge and the grey girl flung head into the air, shaking the creature vigorously to snap the small neck. There -- in the morning, she'd take it to the Oasis. It was a quiet thought accompanied by some subtle pride; see? I would be a good mother. Not like --
No. No. Shut the hell up, brain, those days were over. Listen instead, to the wind and the ruffle of the dry grasses. Does it come from the sky, you think? That endless dark shadow overhead. What's up there?
Only birds knew.
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[quote author=Yellow [RP] link=topic=43378.msg340896#msg340896 date=1314748264]
[you can slap me for this late replyy :c]
Emotionless green eyes lifted up to look at the full moon that hung in the sky, light making the timber's pelt somewhat paler. A breath of air was let out into the cold desert night, the female returning to her mindless wandering. Circling the same patch of territory that she had been bound to, told to stay in, something some others might call a prison. But no, the exit was right there, right in front of all the Alteron wolves, and yet so far none of them bothered to cross over the invisible line that they stayed behind.
To cross over would mean to walk into a world that had nothing.
Could they go back to Alteron? No, even the most mindless or idiotic of creatures knew that leaving Alteron would mean they could never go back. Her life, her purpose was in the hands of Swiftkill, and yet the thought never came to the timber that her red master might have just dumped her in the flats, dissapearing into forbidden territory and leaving Yellow forgotten like some typical peasant in her old home.
But no one really knew how long she would wait for even a sight of Swiftkill. Oh Master, this follower needs orders at some point.
A small shriek, and a turn of the head to catch sight of the grey blackblood that had food dangling from it's mouth. A pause, a stare, and unless Yellow was stopped, she'd walk right past.
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[[ i'm so sorry! ]]
For obvious reasons Claymore couldn't be by Ru's side every hour of the day, and now was one of those hours. As the damaged timber had been left to her thoughts in the dimming dark of the desert, she let her weary eyes wander over the expanse of this damned terrain. Laying on her side, her cheek resting upon her outstretched foreleg, she listened to her breaths among the deep silence. Never had the forests of Alteron sounded this way, where not even the stirring of the leaves could be observed. Out here, where she could understand what it meant to actually see the sunrise and sunset, the Marquis found herself oddly amazed. The undeniable fear and caution of this harsh land was still present, but the realization that there was a land so different than her home - not to mention the fact that creatures actually thrived here - was baffling to the sheltered female. Since when had anything deemed impossible by the monarchy stood as possible?
She couldn't understand anything anymore, not with the hand she'd been dealt recently.
As her eyes slowly travelled along the pale blue ground - the moon was quite bright tonight - Brushfire found herself starting to shiver. Shiver. A coarse, on-and-off series of whimpers echoed quietly from her closed maw, her throat itching and aching as she did so. With a frown stretching on her slender maw, she gave in. Her whines silenced, and her inhales and exhales continued to be the only source of sound in this vast abyss. How did these creatures manage to live here, let alone prosper and strengthen?
Copper eyes widened at the light pitter-patter of paws against the dry ground. Quickly looking to the side, her cheek sliding off her arm to the ground to see, Brushfire watched as a tiny rodent scurried across behind her. A whimper was stifled as she could feel a sudden onslaught of hunger - Ru hadn't eaten in several days. Forcing herself up, legs shaking and injuries screaming, the timber wobbled without the slightest coordination, wandering closer and closer to where she'd seen the meal disappear to. As she limped onwards, her right foreleg clutched up against her chest, she let her wary eyes scan relentlessly. With the bright white of the moon beaming down, her sights moved from the open dirt to the dark shadows of the nearby rock formations. Edging closer, the tri-colored timber could feel her mouth salivating at the idea of this food. This precious meal.
The squeals of what she assumed to be her target caught her off-guard, and she hurried her pathetic gait to turn around the bend. There was a blackblood, too tall to offer any sort of comfort for the stolen Marquis. Slowly backing up a step, Brushfire lowered her head and only hoped she hadn't been seen yet. But that's when the sight of Yellow entered her peripherals, and it would be then that her head would snap up despite the pain in her neck. Those eyes would narrow, judging the traitor. "Yellow..." How could you have done this, to your home? Your pack?
How could you have done this to me?
you call it chivalry,
never pull a punch for free --
you ever wonder why they had to move on?
this phony article,
they put you on the floor
a double standard
you invoke when you want.
never pull a punch for free --
you ever wonder why they had to move on?
this phony article,
they put you on the floor
a double standard
you invoke when you want.
~
The yearling Master moved through the expanse at night, the still-shadow forest of secret hunting grounds morphing into the endless stretch of the cracked flats. She shuddered, feeling a cold wind snaking fingers into the thickness of a tangled fire-marred ruff, ears flicking back at the itch. Feh. Her Hunters slept, her siblings scattered here and far between. The night had been a private hunt for something small to bring Spitfire's children when she left to visit them, rabbit's blood in the place of gold and myrrh, but that had ended up fruitless and disconnected into a simple aimless ramble.
Full moon. Had there been any white on the chaotic pelt, it would have shone like luminous bone; instead, the light caught the next-best hue, yellow marks burning an eerie gold under the wash of the spectral moonlight. Her shadow was skeletal, sharp at the edges and quick over the ground, writhing in and out of the cracks between flats' ground. Eris licked her teeth in the night, burly form stalking a silent but aggressive walk over the scrub and dry earth.
A vole's scream pierced the stillness of the night, strong jaws snapping in one swift lunge and the grey girl flung head into the air, shaking the creature vigorously to snap the small neck. There -- in the morning, she'd take it to the Oasis. It was a quiet thought accompanied by some subtle pride; see? I would be a good mother. Not like --
No. No. Shut the hell up, brain, those days were over. Listen instead, to the wind and the ruffle of the dry grasses. Does it come from the sky, you think? That endless dark shadow overhead. What's up there?
Only birds knew.
[/quote]
[quote author=Yellow [RP] link=topic=43378.msg340896#msg340896 date=1314748264]
[you can slap me for this late replyy :c]
Emotionless green eyes lifted up to look at the full moon that hung in the sky, light making the timber's pelt somewhat paler. A breath of air was let out into the cold desert night, the female returning to her mindless wandering. Circling the same patch of territory that she had been bound to, told to stay in, something some others might call a prison. But no, the exit was right there, right in front of all the Alteron wolves, and yet so far none of them bothered to cross over the invisible line that they stayed behind.
To cross over would mean to walk into a world that had nothing.
Could they go back to Alteron? No, even the most mindless or idiotic of creatures knew that leaving Alteron would mean they could never go back. Her life, her purpose was in the hands of Swiftkill, and yet the thought never came to the timber that her red master might have just dumped her in the flats, dissapearing into forbidden territory and leaving Yellow forgotten like some typical peasant in her old home.
But no one really knew how long she would wait for even a sight of Swiftkill. Oh Master, this follower needs orders at some point.
A small shriek, and a turn of the head to catch sight of the grey blackblood that had food dangling from it's mouth. A pause, a stare, and unless Yellow was stopped, she'd walk right past.
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Brushfire said:
[[ i'm so sorry! ]]
For obvious reasons Claymore couldn't be by Ru's side every hour of the day, and now was one of those hours. As the damaged timber had been left to her thoughts in the dimming dark of the desert, she let her weary eyes wander over the expanse of this damned terrain. Laying on her side, her cheek resting upon her outstretched foreleg, she listened to her breaths among the deep silence. Never had the forests of Alteron sounded this way, where not even the stirring of the leaves could be observed. Out here, where she could understand what it meant to actually see the sunrise and sunset, the Marquis found herself oddly amazed. The undeniable fear and caution of this harsh land was still present, but the realization that there was a land so different than her home - not to mention the fact that creatures actually thrived here - was baffling to the sheltered female. Since when had anything deemed impossible by the monarchy stood as possible?
She couldn't understand anything anymore, not with the hand she'd been dealt recently.
As her eyes slowly travelled along the pale blue ground - the moon was quite bright tonight - Brushfire found herself starting to shiver. Shiver. A coarse, on-and-off series of whimpers echoed quietly from her closed maw, her throat itching and aching as she did so. With a frown stretching on her slender maw, she gave in. Her whines silenced, and her inhales and exhales continued to be the only source of sound in this vast abyss. How did these creatures manage to live here, let alone prosper and strengthen?
Copper eyes widened at the light pitter-patter of paws against the dry ground. Quickly looking to the side, her cheek sliding off her arm to the ground to see, Brushfire watched as a tiny rodent scurried across behind her. A whimper was stifled as she could feel a sudden onslaught of hunger - Ru hadn't eaten in several days. Forcing herself up, legs shaking and injuries screaming, the timber wobbled without the slightest coordination, wandering closer and closer to where she'd seen the meal disappear to. As she limped onwards, her right foreleg clutched up against her chest, she let her wary eyes scan relentlessly. With the bright white of the moon beaming down, her sights moved from the open dirt to the dark shadows of the nearby rock formations. Edging closer, the tri-colored timber could feel her mouth salivating at the idea of this food. This precious meal.
The squeals of what she assumed to be her target caught her off-guard, and she hurried her pathetic gait to turn around the bend. There was a blackblood, too tall to offer any sort of comfort for the stolen Marquis. Slowly backing up a step, Brushfire lowered her head and only hoped she hadn't been seen yet. But that's when the sight of Yellow entered her peripherals, and it would be then that her head would snap up despite the pain in her neck. Those eyes would narrow, judging the traitor. "Yellow..." How could you have done this, to your home? Your pack?
How could you have done this to me?